And to think that the spirit had assured him that his sense of fashion was strange.
Yugi stared for a moment, taking in the sight, before clearing his throat.
The spirit of the Puzzle flinched before turning guiltily away from the mirror he had been staring at himself in.
“…oh. Hi, partner. I thought you were asleep.” He forced a smile, looking more sheepish then Yugi had ever seen him.
In response Yugi only raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. Simultaneously Yami Yugi crossed his legs and gripped the edge of the rosy red material on the lace edged skirt with both hands.
“I can explain.”
He kneaded the fabric with his fingers and glanced away. Yugi wasn’t sure he wanted to know where he had obtained the (rather low cut) skirt.
“Your pants are too confining,” Yami Yugi finally blurted, red the same color as the skirt tinting his cheeks. “How can you stand walking around with that hot, uncomfortable leather plastered to your manhood?”
There was a small silence, then:
“Please tell me you’re at least wearing underwear.”
The flush on Yami Yugi’s face became slightly more pronounced.